“It hurts, Dada.”
“I know, sweetheart, it’s going to be okay. We’re here now.”
Thankfully, the bathroom door was already open, so I walked right in, and I quickly placed him in front of the toilet, pulled down his shorts, and freed his dick. His gorgeous little cock was dwarfed by my larger, rougher hand as I aimed it toward the bowl.
We both sighed in relief when I heard the start of a steady stream hit the water. Once he was done, I shook him off and tucked hiscute penis back into his shorts. I was tempted to give a kiss to his pink tip, but that would have to wait for another time. I pulled up his shorts and lifted him so he could wrap his legs around me.
Once I was in the hallway, I paused and looked at Tristan. “Hey, little one, would it be okay if Daddy puts you in a diaper. We’ve still got a few hours together before I need to take you home, and I want you to be able to relax and not stress about having an accident.”
His face lit up at the mention of a diaper, but as soon as I brought up his accident, his face fell, and he looked ashamed and embarrassed.
Tristan was not used to regressing this young. He had mentioned wanting to wear diapers, but wanting to wear them and needing to wear one to avoid an accident were very different things. I could tell my sweet boy was struggling with that. I grabbed his chin and gently tipped his face so I was looking into his beautiful eyes.
“Sweet boy, I know it’s hard when you feel like you need to wear diapers when you’re little instead of wearing them because you want to. It’s scary, and you might feel like you don’t have a choice. But I promise you there is nothing wrong with it, and no one, especially me, will judge you for that. As your Daddy, I am more than willing to change you, and am honored to share something so intimate with you. If you decide you don’t want to, I can always help you to the potty like I just did, but there is nothing wrong with that.”
Tears gathered in his gorgeous eyes, and his hand grabbed my shirt as he started rubbing the material between his fingers to help soothe him. “I love when you diaper me, Daddy, and it feelsso good, but there’s a part of me that still feels embarrassed about my accident. I’d always imagined diapers as something I wanted, but now that it feels like I have to have them, they don’t seem as fun, and it might take me a while to see it differently. Everything with you has been amazing, but it’s been a lot all at once. I might just need some more time to adjust. Thank you for being so patient with me, you’re the best Daddy.”
My heart was nearly bursting as I carried him to the playroom. I went through our usual routine of taking off his big clothes and then finding him a little outfit and a diaper. I picked out another onesie- with dragons on it, of course- and started getting my boy ready. I grabbed the barrier cream and gently rubbed it into his skin, then wrapped the diaper snugly around his waist. Tristan had his fingers in his mouth as he sucked on them, so I grabbed a clean pacifier so he could still soothe himself as I got him dressed.
He released his wet fingers with a loud pop, but his soft suckling sound resumed as soon as I brought the rubber nipple to his lips. I placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and then began dressing him in his onesie and some dragon-themed socks. My sweet boy looked absolutely precious as he lay on the table, looking at me like I hung the moon. “You are just the cutest baby that ever existed, and I love you so much!”
Tristan giggled, and his paci fell out of his mouth. “I wub you, Dada. bunches.”
I picked Tristan up off the table, propped him on my hip, and led us back into the living room to eat our breakfast.
Breakfast went by fast since we were both starving from all the energy we’d burned during our morning lovemaking. My boywas absolutely adorable as he patted his belly and groaned. “Dat was yummies. Fank you, Dada.”
“You are very welcome, my sweet boy. We still have a couple of hours. Do you want to play a game together or do something else?”
Tristan bounces in my arms and claps his hands in excitement. “A game! Oh, pwease Dada. Bwocks?”
“I’m so happy you like your blocks, little one, but remember I’m a dragon Daddy with a massive hoard. Would you like to see other dragon-themed toys I have?”
My wiggly boy was so excited that he nearly wiggled out of my arms. “Yes, pwease.”
“You’re so polite, little one, of course. Let’s go play.”
18
Tristan
“What do you think about it, little one?” I sat where Daddy had put me down on the fluffy rug in my playroom and stared at the toy with awe. Daddy had made a wooden dragon egg. The egg was gorgeous; it was painted in shades of blue and purple and had been carved so that the outside looked like scales.
“Wow, Dada so pwetty.” I stared at it and then gently poked it. When nothing happened, I cocked my head in confusion. “What it do?”
Daddy chuckled and sat down on the floor in front of me, and opened his arms in invitation. “Come sit in my lap, and I’ll show you.” The words hadn’t even left his mouth before I was crawling the short distance to plop down between his legs. Daddy held the egg out in front of me. “Here you go, little one. Grab the top of the egg and pull up.”
Reaching forward, I grabbed the top of the egg and pulled. I gasped with awe as a slightly smaller red-and-orange egg revealed itself. Daddy pulled the red egg free from the larger shell. “Keep going, sweetheart.”
I clapped my hands in excitement and pulled the red top free. Each following egg was a swirl of complementary colors that fit snugly inside the larger egg. Once I freed the top portion, Daddy would put the bottom piece aside. We kept going until there was only one small egg left. “Here, sweetheart, give this one a try.”
Daddy placed it in my waiting hand. I carefully grabbed each end of the small egg and pulled the two halves apart. I gasped in excitement as I saw something fall out and land in my lap. “It has a prize!”
I carefully placed the egg pieces in front of me. I knew they were wood and wouldn’t break easily, but they were so gorgeous, and Daddy spent a lot of time and effort making them, and I wanted to take the best care of them. Reaching down, I found a small Dragon figure and lifted it to show Daddy. “Dada wook it a baby dwagon!”
“That’s right, little one! A baby dragon for my sweet baby.”
Daddy’s smile was almost blinding. The joy sparkling in his eyes made my tummy feel all fluttery and left me nearly breathless.He has made me so happy. I know the point of being a Daddy is the joy of providing for their partner. Seeing their boy thrive brings a Daddy fulfillment like nothing else, but a small part of me always doubted the truth of that. I’d always worried that it would be too much, but the sheer joy radiating off my Daddy as he watched me explore the awesome toy he made was undeniable. I made my Daddy just as happy as he made me.
